Hail the Conquering Heroes

[cityship]

Things can happen without Stacy knowing, that much is apparent now. The damage to her sensors is significant. But the fighting clued her in.

After it's all over, after those captured have been rescued, after the injured have been tended to, only the nest is left, and Stacy takes care of it.

||Infestation of Cluster 42, Level 4, Sector 7, Sublevel 12, Zone 37 has been detected. Triggering internal defenses. Decontamination commencing.||

There is a pause.

||Decontamination complete.||

Simple as that, once she knows the problem was there. Her internal sensors are damaged, especially in the city, and so are some of the systems monitoring them. You have to know what's broken to know to fix it.

Such a simple thing and it only took one man dying to make it happen. (His body is gone, by the way, ripped to shreds and eaten. There's not even a spot of blood on the floor. That's the bugs' doing. The bugs' bodies are gone too--that's Stacy's doing).

||Any injured personnel that still have not received medical attention, report to the nearest lift, and you will be transported to the MedBay. Any uninjured personnel, report to the Living Area, to the restroom facilities to undergo decontamination of xenobiological material. Then report to the Obs Deck to meet your new crew-mates.||

Said crew-mates--and the Doctor, who'd skipped out and miraculously ducked and weaved his way to the lift when he'd realized the Master was there--are there and waiting, and just a tad confused.

[ooc: read this first]

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[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

Danny, still in ghost form, stumbled into the Obs Deck, muttered a quick "Oh, hi," to the newbies, and collapsed onto one of the fleshy couches.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"Thaaat looks like a good idea," said Jaime as he converted from bug-suit to normal clothes, and flopped on a couch near Danny with a groan.

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

"They were dead. We can't leave giant dead bugs laying around the ship."

Toxin, once again mimicking clothes aside from the part of him slumping over Pat's shoulder, huffed a bit.

"You're going to be lucky if you don't make us both si-" Pat paused as his brain finally kicked into gear and remembered the bit about 'new crewmates'. "Uh-hi."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Pat and Toxin get no greeting back. No, what they get is an alien, maybe somewhere around seventeen or eighteen in appearance, appropriately green, scanning them with a hand-held computer of some kind, after noticing Toxin slumped on Pat's shoulder.

"Symbiote or parasite?" he asks.

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

Kon was still rubbing at his eyes, which were healed but itchy, and actually walked into the room. He'd gotten a little boost, but he was still sun-deprived and until he could catch some rays, he wasn't going to use his powers unless necessary.

He was tired. So tired. But relieved. Tim was fine, of course--no surprise he'd gotten out of a nest of big alien bugs.

What he saw when he walked in made him perk up. First, in surprise:

"Brainy?"

Then, in joy:

"KARA!"

One cousin, flying over to tackle his cousin in a rather strong hug, coming up! Having his best bud here was great, but now he had one of family, too.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Kon?" Kara turned away from Brainy, her eyes brightening up as Kon swooped towards her. "OHMYGOSH! Kon!" Kara waited for him to fly to her, because two Super-types flying towards each other? Potential boom. Still, she held out her arms and hugged him as strongly as she could. "Oh thank Rao!"

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor pays no attention to the newbies; he's glued to Murphy's side, arm around his waist, Murphy's head tucked under his chin. He wearily looks for a place where they can collapse together, apparently not intending to release his brother until the second coming.

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Murphy holds onto his brother with one arm, vaguely gesturing to a flesh-couch with the other. He doesn't care if the second coming happens right here and now; he still wouldn't let go.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

After getting 'decontaminated', making his way to the MedPay to be--rather roughly--man-handled by a doctor with an atrocious bedside manner and have the silver bullet removed from his foot and the would patched up. Once that was done, he stopped by the 'clothing room' to get molested, yet again, by the little vine-like tendrils that hung from the ceiling for the purpose of 'dressing' them. Yeah, like they couldn't do it themselves. He then stopped by the city to retrieve the machete he'd dropped when Danny's sonic shout threw Sam against a building and knocked him out before heading up to the observation deck like he'd been instructed.

Finally stepping into the room, with a noticeable limp from his wounded foot. He was, for intents and purposes, healed which was rather remarkable considering how much blood he had to have lost while trying to escape. But that was the wonder of being on spaceship with rather impressive medical facilities that were far more developed than they were back in 21st century Earth.

Looking around the room, Sam counted six or seven new faces that he hadn't seen at any of the other prior such gatherings. "Wow...," Sam said with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. "More new people."

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Guess Stacy wants more people up and about so they can get eaten by alien space bugs."

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

Back in human morph, Ax tentatively poked his head into the room. He wasn't looking forward to having to explain why he disappeared when the bugs attacked. Claiming to have run away was the obvious option, but even lying about that rankled him. He was still an Andalite warrior, even if no one but Lyta knew about that.

He sidled carefully into the room, half-hoping that no one would notice him.

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

Danny poke an eye open.

"Where were you?" the ghost boy mumbled.

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

Terry had taken his time getting to the Obs deck. After the... unique experience he'd gone through, he wasn't all that up for socialization. He was tired. He was sore. He was scared. And, even if he wouldn't admit it, he was lonely. He'd come to depend on Bruce and Max so much, and they had never been more then one quick function of his suit away. Not to mention that compared to the bugs, working with Bruce had been a cakewalk.

He shuffled to one of the blobby couches, and collapsed. He stared at his new planty threads for a few moments, then muttered under his breath, directed at Stacy, even if she didn't hear him, "Okay, you slaggin' ship, were the hell is the batsuit?"

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"You got the right idea," said Leela, plopping down next to him. "Hell, looks like everybody's got the right idea."

There were Danny, Paco, and that bug-face kid over there, plopping down on couches, too.

"You okay? I know y'all are alive, but you got bugnapped and I don't think I saw anyone actually, y'know, ask that of any of y'all. That was some grade-A, fucked up, Sigourney Weaver kinda bullshit."

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

Javert was already seated, watching the incoming, tired fighters. The others. He stood, quietly, by all appearances vacating his seat so someone else could have it.

In contrast, he watched everyone. Cataloging, remembering, evaluating. As much as these others were likely captives as well, and thus likely 'on their side', he was not sure he trusted them yet.

For now, he would wait and watch.

[childof-science.livejournal.com]

Having collected what the alien boy knew from his rather... strange mind, Z5 noticed one of the men it had first tried to speak to. Except now the two very excited men had left him, and it seemed that the DEC might be able to get a word in edgewise.

Like a curious child, the creature approached the man. 'Hello!' It cheerily projected into his mind, less conscious after talking to the boy.

[found-myway.livejournal.com]

"Decontamination complete?"

Thousands of giant, slain bugs, and all they got in thanks was a decontamination? Oh yeah, that was a hero's reward all right. Zuko growled with dissatisfaction at the nothing and everything that was Stacy.

"And you!" he rounded on Will, whose sudden form-shift put her on the same eye level as him. "All that time I was concentrating on protecting you, all that time I was risking my life to protect yours, you could have told me you were some kind of . . . light spirit or something! That would have been REALLY useful information!"

[its-keeper.livejournal.com]

The newly transformed Will shrugged her pixie-winged shoulders and grinned, trying to look disarming.

"In my defense, it would have been easier to tell you if you hadn't kept shoving my head down every time I tried to get up," she said, her inner discomfored betrayed only by the gritting of her teeth.

As if I needed more encouragement not to reveal the whole secret identity thing to everyone. And yet, here she was, in full Guardian form in a room full of people, a significant portion of which had seen her transform. What was a magical girl to do?

Kate, Nathan, Xander contingent (say which you want, pls)

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

There were three other people flopping into seats.

Well ok, flopping and half passing out in Xander's case. The one eyed carpenter was a tired fighter, and currently snoring away in one of the chairs.

Kate eyed him briefly before glancing around at the new arrivals, assessing everybody else and their condition who was here. She'd be going to check on Paco again soon. But in the meantime, sitting sounded like a good idea. Even sitting on weird fleshy chairs was ok if you're tired and desperate enough.

Nathan? Checking over his new gun, and wishing for something to clean it up a little before putting it away.

Re: Kate, Nathan, Xander contingent (say which you want, pls)

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

Danny pokes Xander quickly. "So, you okay?"

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"Slagging slime, slagging tentacles, slagging ship, slagging short body." Bumble muttered as he entire the Obs Deck and notices everyone else.

"...PEOPLE! SWEET GLORIOUS PEOPLE! I'M NOT ALONE! HOORAY!"

[pridebeforefail.livejournal.com]

"No, you're not," Starscream said, suddenly looming-or attempting to; it was quite a bit harder in this body-over Bumblebee. "It's seems I'm not the only one this 'Stacy' decided to deposit in this organic slagheap."

[blue-fuzzy-dude.livejournal.com]

Kurt was exhausted. It wasn't as though he weren't used to that sort of thing; epic, world-defining battles popped up often in his schedule. At least he felt somewhat satisfied. Nobody he'd been working with had died. The stupid ship had finally started paying attention. No more bugs. (Well, unless they picked up a sentient insectoid somewhere.)

The mutant had finally wandered in and immediately found one of the sac-like seats to throw his whole body across, halfway curling up on it like a tired dog, tail dangling off towards the floor.

Nap. Then food. Then maybe he'd feel more sociable.

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

No sentient insectoids, but there is a sentient robot named after an insect. And he's staring at you Kurt.

"...uh, what the heck are you?"

[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

Despite what Stacey had told him, Sparhawk was still on edge. This whole place reminded him too much of the Temple of Azash, and that place brought back bad memories.

His scowl as he entered was prickly, but flickered to an expression of interest in seeing other people. There was still a hint of a prickle there, but the need to find out what was going on was more important than a social defense.

At least no one here was likely to talk about the weather.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"Nice weather we're having, isn't it," Wednesday comments absently, his gruff face focused out one of the broad windows rather than at Sparhawk.

Not that the other man quite knows, yet, about the roaring storm still dying on the city deck.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoffrey walked with all apparent calmness into the main room. But his eyes were scanning the people before he'd even gotten all the way in, taking in also the walls, ceiling, floor, that rather odd picture... And hello, was that actual sky or just an image? He'd have to check it out. The one aspect of the entire situation that he seemed to be paying no attention to was the fact that, well, he, himself, Geoffrey Chaucer, was naked as the day he was born. Though clean of the slime he'd emerged from, so obviously there'd been some compromise.

But despite his attempts at outer self-assurance, there were some signs of tension there. In the set of his shoulders, the way his eyes didn't stop moving. The very fact that his walk was more trudge than saunter.

"This, I take it, is where I'm to go, M'lady?" He said under his breath, not particularly minding if Stacy heard or not. "Very well."

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

Javert had been having a rather boring time, watching everyone else scream and converse, not quite understanding what all the hubbub was for. He wasn't, in fact, sure he cared- he would find out later, of course.

He did, however, notice Chaucer. It was rather difficult not to.

"I assume you're aware that you're naked?" It wasn't that awkward; Javert had given it more than half a thought himself.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

The tall man who walks in - or wanders in, rather - appears to be stoned. This is mostly because he is.

"Hey! Fellow refugees. 'Sup, guys?"

He is, as previously stated, tall, clocking in at 6'6'', and beanpole-thin with a jewfro you could keep pencils in. He weaves unsteadily on his feet, wearing a dazed, loopy smile. "Meeting room, check. I heard there was nutrient paste somewhere."

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"...uh, you okay dude?" asks the bright yellow Cybertronian.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

Wednesday looks firmer than before, somehow - exhausted, yes, but with a more solid gait, a sharper face... It's a noticeable contrast from earlier, when he was nearly falling over just to stand up. And let's not ask where that lightning came from, earlier, that poured out of the sky just at the right time, or how there was even a thunderstorm in a closed space in the first place...

The sheath of the scimitar at his side is lightly splattered in the blood of those giant insects, though the rest of him's been cleaned of it.

He claims a window to stand near, looking sullenly out at the stars.

[sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com]

Pixie flits out, still pulling and stretching the suit she was wearing. It was...weird. It was very, very weird. She rubbed her eyes and look around and saw...people.

Of many different shapes and sizes.

So, she smiled and she waved and she looked around for a familiar face.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Not really, but Kate glanced over with a smile for the new arrival. Interesting wings, and she wondered idly. But probably from Paco's world, or somewhere else.

[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

"Italy?" calls an irate-sounding voice. By the time he's reached the Observation Deck, West is running out of countries (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/15697.html?thread=1385553#t1385553).

||No.||

Stacy, on the other hand, sounds like she could go on like this all day.

"Uhh... Norway?"

It's at this point that he sees the broad, sweeping, racing panorama of space, and stops cold with his jaw drooping in shock.

Not Norway, then.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Have a scanner in your face, West!

It's wielded with impunity by a green-skinned, blonde-haired alien with strange implants on his face.

"Hmm. Another active metagene. Intriguing."

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Gwen found her way to the living deck rather quickly, and froze in the doorway. She felt the hair rise up on the back of her neck, the huge statues on the wall seeming more formidable than Stacy's semi-friendly greeting.

There were people in the room. Lots of people... lots that didn't look like people, too. This was definitely not a city she had ever imagined.

She crossed her arms, still not completely comfortable in the clothes Stacy had provided, and examined each person carefully. She found herself, hoping against hope, for a familiar face.

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Who was comfortable in them, though?

Looks like yer new here, pet. The face wasn't familiar, but the accent might be: Cockney, though it's lost some of the edges these days. At least, the half of his face seeable probably wouldn't be familiar. He nodded to her, hands in the pockets his suit had created.